Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

"Junior Sister Jing, act quickly!" When Jing Shuhan was stunned, Wang Lin's voice reached her ears.

She suddenly woke up, suppressed her thoughts, and sacrificed the yellow small tripod. Three hundred and sixty light smoke flew out, condensed into a thick smoke rope, and wrapped around the Zhenhai Tower.

She threw the phoenix-shaped jade hairpin in her hand, turned into a stream of light, and shot out.

But this was not enough, she raised her hand and pinched the seal, and a faint black magic energy surged out of her body. With a slight tremor in her delicate body, she condensed into a three-meter-long magic python and pounced on the Zhenhai Tower.

This is the magical power passed down by Ji Laogui. She has a low cultivation level and has only refined the fur.

But at this critical moment, she did not hold back at all and used all her strongest means, just to block the Zhenhai Tower for a moment and buy enough time for Chen Yuan.

When the old ancestor Yuntian saw the actions of the three people, he just smiled slightly, and his eyes were very disdainful.

Ding!

The most inconspicuous gray flying knife was the fastest, stabbing into the tower of the Zhenhai Tower, leaving a deep crack, and the momentum of falling slowed down.

Ji Laogui's attack was much stronger than when he escaped from the Zhenhai Tower just now.

But the old ancestor Yuntian was no longer the same. The Zhenhai Tower flashed, and the crystal clear tower body immediately recovered as before. The power of the seal dispersed, and the gray flying knife flew out at a speed several times faster than when it was shot.

The two thirty-foot-long ferocious demon dragons, with a single horn on their heads and four legs and three claws, were no different from dragons. They were full of momentum, and the demon clouds followed them while flying, roaring.

The gray flying knife returned without success, and they followed closely behind, spitting out two dark demon flames, like a prairie fire, spreading a hundred feet in the air, wrapping the Zhenhai Tower, and burning fiercely.

But the Zhenhai Tower just trembled slightly, and the power of the seal dispersed, and the prairie fire was easily suppressed and disappeared, like a phantom.

The two demon dragons were furious and raised their claws to grab the Zhenhai Tower, which was a hundred feet in size.

The eyes of the old man Yuntian were fierce, and the Zhenhai Tower fell down with a bang, smashing the two demon dragons into pieces, turning them into demonic energy again, and dissipated like a puff of smoke.

The Zhenhai Tower still suppressed Chen Yuan obliquely, but its momentum was weakened a lot.

Ji Laogui's magical power and magic weapon only supported a few breaths of time before they all collapsed, but they consumed a lot of the power of the seal, greatly slowing down their falling speed.

Although the true essence of the old man Yuntian was fully restored, the evil spirit was still eroding, and this attack was only equivalent to the full-strength attack of the early Yuanying cultivator.

After taking the scarlet pill, Ji Laogui's true essence injury was also mostly recovered. Even if he was defeated, he blocked most of it.

Chen Yuan took this opportunity to escape seven or eight miles away, leaving only the last four miles to the lonely peak.

For a Jindan cultivator, this distance is reached in an instant. In less than three breaths, Chen Yuan can reach the top of the lonely peak.

Patriarch Yuntian snorted coldly and frantically urged the true essence in his body. The speed of the Zhenhai Tower's descent suddenly increased a few points, and the power of sealing and suppressing it became more majestic.

In the Huangsha Secret Realm, the evil spirit eroded every hole, and the true essence was consumed greatly.

Patriarch Yuntian used a high-level magic weapon like the Zhenhai Tower, which was like a mortal swinging a heavy hammer. It was difficult to control, let alone do it as if it were an arm.

After he sacrificed the Zhenhai Tower, he could no longer change his position, and could only try his best to activate the true essence to increase the power.

Ding!

The black spear thrown by Wang Lin pierced the Zhenhai Tower. The momentum was much weaker than the inconspicuous gray flying knife. It was only slightly blocked, and it collapsed in less than a breath.

The spear collapsed, and Wang Lin's demonic energy was in chaos, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jing Shuhan's method was even worse. The smoke rope that flew out of the yellow tripod was shattered as soon as it touched the tower of Zhenhai Tower.

The phoenix-shaped jade hairpin was easily suppressed by the power of the seal, and it let out a whine and fell down.

The demon python was fierce and vicious. It opened its mouth and bit the Zhenhai Tower, but it was affected by the power of the seal and immediately collapsed into a ball of demonic energy, which didn't even last half a breath.

The magic weapon was broken, and Jing Shuhan was as pale as paper. The escape light also collapsed, and fell down dozens of feet. He barely stabilized his body, raised his hand to cover his heart, and a streak of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Chen Yuan flew another two miles away, and there were only less than two miles to the top of the lonely peak. If he was given two more breaths of time, he could pick the Fulong Chizhen vine.

But the Zhenhai Tower had no obstacles. It fell obliquely from behind Chen Yuan, like a meteorite falling from the sky, chasing after his soul and life, and chasing Chen Yuan, only a hundred feet away.

The huge tower blocked the skylight, casting a thick and deep shadow, and it was about to include Chen Yuan.

Wang Lin roared wildly, rushed up and shouted: "Old Ghost Ji, if Fellow Daoist Chen is dead, we will not survive. What means do you have? Use them quickly. Do you still expect the old ancestor Yuntian to let you go?"

Old Ghost Ji was shouted at by Wang Lin, and his hatred for this evil disciple surged from the bottom of his heart, and his face changed immediately.

But at this critical moment, he had no time to argue with Wang Lin. He was ruthless and raised his hand to grab. Something appeared in his palm out of thin air. The demonic energy around him surged wildly, and he madly infused his true essence and threw it out with force.

This is a broken sword, about half a foot long, rusty, and only the tip of the sword flashed a sharp cold light.

When Ji Laogui threw this sword, he poured too much true energy into it, and was attacked by the demonic energy. His energy suddenly dropped, and the injuries suppressed by the scarlet bullets flared up again.

His face flushed, and the wound on his left arm burst open, and blood gushed out like a spring, but he ignored it and just stared at the broken sword.

The broken sword crossed the sky, and the sword intent was overwhelming, leaving a long space crack in the air. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and pierced the tower of Zhenhai Tower!

Ding.

A light sound was heard, like a copper bell trembling slightly, or like a jade bead falling to the ground, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

The falling momentum of the Zhenhai Tower suddenly stopped, and the huge monster hundreds of feet high seemed to be fixed in the air.

A spider web-like crack appeared where the sword tip pierced, and instantly spread to several feet in size, adding an ugly scar to the crystal clear tower.

The power of the seal swept over, and the broken sword trembled slightly, suddenly broke apart, turned into dust, and dissipated in the wind.

The old ancestor Yuntian opened his mouth and sprayed out a blood arrow, which was pitch black. There was a little sword intent in the blood, revealing a strong sense of death.

A few silver threads quietly appeared between his black hair. The stab of the broken sword actually cut off some of his vitality, which was equivalent to three years of life.

And Ji Laogui also paid a huge price for throwing this sword.

His gray hair had turned snow-white at this moment, and his face had a few wrinkles, showing his old age.

This broken sword was so domineering that it needed vitality to guide it, but it could also cut off vitality and lifespan.

After this obstruction, the falling momentum of the Zhenhai Tower was greatly reduced, and Wang Lin also rushed under the Zhenhai Tower, raised his hands, and pushed up, directly resisting the Zhenhai Tower!

Bang!

Wang Lin's body fell heavily and landed on the ground, smashing out a huge sand pit and stirring up dust all over the sky.

But the Zhenhai Tower was also completely blocked and could no longer chase Chen Yuan.

The ancestor Yuntian frantically urged his true essence, but the demonic energy penetrated into his meridians, and the circulation of the true essence slowed down greatly. He could only watch Chen Yuan cross the last two miles and fall to the top of the lonely peak.

If he forced his true essence to circulate, the demonic energy would definitely invade his dantian. This happened when he dealt with Ji Laogui before, but at that time only a few strands of demonic energy took advantage of the opportunity to enter, and it was not a big deal.

If he continued to forcibly circulate his true essence, a large amount of demonic energy would enter, and he would inevitably be seriously injured and his foundation would be greatly damaged.

Chen Yuan landed on the top of the lonely peak, which was the place with the most concentrated demonic energy in the Huangsha Secret Realm, and immediately caused a demonic energy storm.

He was like a boulder thrown into a lake, breaking the tranquility of the lonely peak.

A strong wind suddenly rose, and thousands of invisible demonic energy rushed towards Chen Yuan. A faint roar sounded from the top of the lonely peak, as if it came from ancient times, desolate and heroic.

The face of the old ancestor Yuntian was as gloomy as water, and he no longer urged his true essence.

Jing Shuhan stared at Chen Yuan in a daze, his pale face without a trace of blood, and his eyes were very complicated.

Ji Laogui laughed loudly, his voice as hoarse and unpleasant as an old crow.

Chen Yuan was dead, but he could save his life, and even rekindled his mind to seize the Fulong Chizhen Vine.

But the next moment, the three of them were stunned.

The storm formed by the invisible demonic energy gathered around Chen Yuan, but that was all. It did not penetrate into Chen Yuan's body, and did not even touch Chen Yuan at all. Instead, it was completely swallowed up by the white flames in his hands!

His white hair flew in the wind, his hands were wrapped in the blazing white flames, and his body, which was about ten feet tall, returned to its original state. He walked step by step to the side of the pine tree, and the Zhuyan True Fire in his left hand was retracted. He grabbed the red vine that looked like a real dragon and pulled it up by the roots!

The face of the old ancestor Yuntian was full of astonishment, and he no longer had the demeanor of a master.

Ji Laogui looked at the white flames in Chen Yuan's hands, his face was full of disbelief.

Jing Shuhan was stunned for a long time, and finally came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Wang Lin flew up from the sand pit. Although he was hit by the Zhenhai Tower, his power had been weakened by 90% by the broken sword, and his injuries were not serious.

He looked at Chen Yuan, who was surrounded by strong winds, holding the Fulong Red True Vine in his left hand, and the white flames in his right hand almost wrapped around his arm, and his eyes almost popped out.

Chen Yuan's figure flashed, and he flew away from the top of the lonely peak. The Zhuyan True Fire in his right hand disappeared, and the demonic whirlwind surrounding him also dissipated.

He raised the three-foot-long Fulong Chizhen vine, looked at the old ancestor Yuntian, and said coldly: "If the senior still wants to use the Fulong Chizhen vine to prolong his life, please stop immediately!"

While speaking, a jade bottle appeared out of thin air in his right palm, and he poured out a Qingyuan Pill, swallowed it into his stomach, and secretly practiced to restore his true essence.

When the old ancestor Yuntian saw Chen Yuan take out another Qingyuan Pill, and then remembered that he had asked for the hundred-year-old spiritual milk before, his face sank.

But now is not the time to care about such trivial matters. He glanced at the Fulong Chizhen vine, then stared into Chen Yuan's eyes and asked: "You are not afraid of the erosion of demonic energy. Is this the effect of the white flame?"

Although the Fulong Chizhen vine is in Chen Yuan's hand, he is more interested in the strange white flame.

This fire can not only burn the soul, but also devour the invisible demonic energy. It is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Jueling Island has been around for thousands of years, and countless monks have entered the island. No one can resist the erosion of demonic energy, not even the great monks with great magical powers. The transformed demon king will explode and die once he enters the Yellow Sand Secret Realm.

According to the secret of Zhenhai Sect, the head of Zhenhai Sect four thousand years ago once entered Jueling Island to explore the secrets of the Yellow Sand Secret Realm, but he was still helpless against the invisible demonic energy.

And that head was the only spiritual cultivator since the establishment of Zhenhai Sect!

Chen Yuan's heart trembled, but his face remained calm, and he said lightly: "This fire is just what I got by chance, it's not worth mentioning. Senior, don't you want the Fulong Chizhen Vine?"

He lifted the red vine in his hand again.

Patriarch Yuntian looked at Chen Yuan deeply and didn't ask any more questions.

He really wanted to get that kind of white flame, but no matter how good his magical powers were, he had to live to practice.

Life span is the root of everything. He is a dying man. Even if he has the magical power to ascend to the avenue of ascension, it cannot match the Fulong Chizhen vine that can prolong his life for two hundred years.

"What do you want, my friend?" His tone became gentle again.

Chen Yuan said: "The senior planted a restriction in my body, just to let me pick the Fulong Chizhen vine for you."

"Although I took the initiative to erase the restriction, I also picked the elixir, and did not make a grudge with you. "

"As long as you are willing to let me go, I am willing to trade the Fulong Chizhen vine with you."

"Trade?" The ancestor Yuntian frowned, and then relaxed, "Okay! I am willing to make this deal with you, my friend, wait a moment, I will discuss this matter with you after I get rid of these three demon cultivators from the Tianji Sect! "

After the words fell, he raised his hand and made a seal. The Zhenhai Tower flashed and appeared above Ji Laogui and the other two, and was about to fall down.

The Fulong Chizhen Vine was in Chen Yuan's hand, and he had no means to restrain Chen Yuan, so he could only agree.

But after the deal, he was determined to get the magical power of white flame, and would never let Chen Yuan go.

In this way, Ji Laogui and the other two must not be allowed to spread the news of the white flame, which would attract the attention of other Yuanying cultivators, and they must be killed.

When Ji Laogui heard this, his face darkened, and he raised his hand and grabbed , the gray flying knife quietly emerged, ready to fight to the death.

He just threw out the broken sword and tried his best to stop the old ancestor Yuntian. He was forced to fight to the death by the situation.

In his opinion, the demonic energy invaded Chen Yuan's dantian, and his life would not be long. As long as he promised him a huge profit and lured him to threaten the old ancestor Yuntian with the Fulong Chizhen vine, he would still have a chance to survive.

But who would have thought that Chen Yuan was not afraid of the erosion of the demonic energy, and his plan could only be in vain, and there was no way to survive.

Wang Lin was stunned, glanced at Chen Yuan, and said coldly: "Just come over!"

Jing Shuhan gritted his teeth, looked at Chen Yuan quietly with complicated eyes.

Chen Yuan glanced at the three people, looked at Jing Shuhan for a moment, and then looked away.

He looked at the old ancestor Yuntian and said in a deep voice: "Senior Ji, Wang Daoyou, and Fairy Jing fought to the death to block the attack for me. How could I abandon them? Senior, you must let us leave together! "

Ancestor Yuntian was startled, then smiled: "I didn't expect that you are such a kind person."

Jing Shuhan's eyes lit up, and a blush appeared on his pale face.

Wang Lin laughed: "Your kindness, Daoyou Chen, I will remember it, and I will repay you in the future!"

Old Ji turned his head and looked at Chen Yuan, his eyes were full of surprise.

After a long time, he bowed and said solemnly: "I owe you a favor."

He is a giant of the magic world, and he has lived for nearly a thousand years. He has seen many betrayals of life and death. He only has the word "interest" in his heart. He never thought that Chen Yuan would be willing to save his life.

Ancestor Yuntian suddenly smiled: "But you only have one Fulong Chizhen vine in your hand, and it is a bit too much to save four people's lives."

"I would like to try it. If I really kill these three people, will you really destroy the Fulong Chizhen vine?" (End of this chapter)